I get the opposite. My horse is a good horse but not spectacular. I adore him, he's "that horse", the one you don't care how it behaves you still ride it even though it scares you half to death. But I'm realistic. He's perfectly average.
Chilling out just outside the warmup arena at our last show, I was chatting to a girl on a real fancy well-bred warmblood who, incidentally, was in the same class we were. She had seen us warming up and commented that my boy had a really nice jump, and was he a TB?
I told her that she was half right, he's an Anglo, and she was like, oh, I hate Arabs... but I LOVE HIM. I was like, yeah, I'm not much a fan of Arabs either, but Monty's special. We went on to have a DREADFUL round... he was behaving well enough but we got eliminated on refusals which is so unlike him. Came out, and there's the girl on the warmblood waving me over, so I trotted him over.
"I wish he was mine. He's so much better than Dobby."
My jaw hit the floor. She'd got a clear round in fine style, and here's us eliminated because Monty didn't like the fill in one of the fences. My horse is nowhere NEAR as fancy as hers, nor is he well-bred like hers, and yet she's saying my horse is better? I still can't believe it. I wonder if she saw in Monty what I saw in him, the day he got off the truck and I thought yep, that's my horse.
A CLEAN SLATE FOR THE FUTURE